Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

The news of the disaster spread quickly, and within just a few days, almost everyone in the monastic community knew about it.

There are two channels for the message to be transmitted back:

One is Fenxiang Valley, who fled from southern Xinjiang to the Central Plains for refuge. At this moment, he is busy negotiating an alliance with Qingyun Tianyin.

Another channel comes from the Cultivation Alliance.

Everyone underestimated the danger of this battle.
As a result, of the thousands of elite troops previously sent to southern Xinjiang, less than one-tenth returned.

Moreover, they are all so frightened and helpless that they are no longer useful.

Such casualties would be a heavy blow even to the huge size of the Cultivation Alliance.

But they had no time to lick their wounds. When disaster struck, they had to quickly gather people again to fight against the beasts.

According to the news sent back from this battle and the various investigations in recent days, it can be confirmed that the beast tide in southern Xinjiang this time is no less than one million.

Although most of them are low-level monsters without intelligence or knowledge, their numbers are so large that they are frightening.

What’s more, there are thirteen powerful monsters at the monster king level among them.

Its power is unpredictable. Nearly a thousand people from the previous alliance died in the battle with it, and to this day it is still unknown how fierce it is.

According to preliminary estimates, even if three or five of those grand masters who have practiced for hundreds of years gather together, they may not be able to defeat a demon king.

With such strength and scale, it would be fine if they just relied on their animal nature to run wild.

The fear is that someone is driving it. If that is the case, then this force will be enough to sweep the world.

However, what is even more frightening is that according to legend, there is a beast god from the ancient legends of southern Xinjiang behind it, who is the root cause of this disaster.

As for what this person is capable of, it is completely beyond imagination.

The entire Cultivation Alliance, Qingyun, and Tianyin fled from Southern Xinjiang to the Fenxiang Valley in the Central Plains...

Ghost King Sect, Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Hehuan Sect...

The shadow of war hangs over everyone's heart.

At this moment, both the righteous and evil paths were in deep anxiety.

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The Yuqing Palace was packed with people.

The leaders of the three righteous factions, Qingyun, Tianyin and Fenxiang, gathered together.

For this Qingyun League, Tianyin Temple brought all its elite troops, and Fenxiang Valley even moved out of the city and defected to the Central Plains.

"According to the news provided by the Cultivation Alliance, the beast tide has already crossed the southern border and penetrated hundreds of miles into the Central Plains. Moreover, they do not distinguish between ordinary people and kill anyone they see. It can be seen that the rumor of the destruction of the world is not a lie."

"The Demon Cult has its roots mostly in the south, so they will be the first to be impacted."

Wan Jian said.

"Isn't this good?"

Shangguan Ce raised his black eyebrows wantonly, with a sneer on his lips:

"Those monsters deserved to die, but now that they have died at the hands of monsters, we will not have to wipe them out in the future. This is cause for celebration!"

Since Shangguan Ce ascended the position of the master of Fenxiang Valley, he has consumed countless rare treasures in the past ten years.

Now, he has finally broken through to the Yuyang realm with the Burning Incense Jade Book and regained his youth.

However, if one tries to break through by forcing drugs, there is a possibility that one's power will not be pure, or one may go astray and suffer from demonic possession, leading to a drastic change in temperament.

"Master Puhong, don't you think so?"

Pu Hong glanced at Shangguan Ce and sighed:
"In the face of a great catastrophe, we are all cultivators in the Middle Earth, and we are all in danger."

After saying this, he bowed his head, clasped his hands together, and silently chanted "Amitabha".

Wan Jianyi was more pragmatic and said to the two of them:

"In my opinion, we should send out a few groups of highly skilled disciples to scout the front lines so that we can prepare for the situation."

They both nodded.

"That's the truth."

As long as we can determine the distance the beast tide travels every day, we can calculate how much time is left, and make corresponding deployments before that.

So, the three leaders each selected their officers in front of the palace and quickly selected a large number of people.

Divide into groups of two and head south in several directions to collect intelligence.

Since Shuiyue's wedding, Lu Xueqi has now taken over Xiaozhu Peak and has been promoted to the eighth generation head.

According to the rules, as the chief seat, she is not required to go out on official business.

But at this critical moment, she stood up resolutely, which was also due to her personality.

"Qier."

Outside the Yuqing Palace, Wan, who was already married, called her.

Knowing that his beloved disciple was going south, Shuiyue pulled Lu Xueqi aside and reminded her:

"This journey is dangerous. Remember to retreat when necessary. Don't take advantage of your high level of cultivation to go deep into danger. Do you understand?"

Lu Xueqi did not respond, but looked at the soft black hair behind Shuiyue's head with a little distraction.

Since returning to secular life and getting married, my teacher no longer wore his hair in a Taoist bun, but instead tied his hair into a bun like a woman.

She said in a trance:

"Master, do you think we can make it this time?"

“Success or failure is determined by fate, but even if fate accounts for 80%, the remaining 20% ​​depends on human effort.”

Although the words were meant to comfort her, Shuiyue looked gloomy:
"If the beast god in the rumors is really so powerful, I wonder if there is anyone in this world who can stop it?"

"When that time comes, the last hope of the world... may lie in our Qingyun's Zhuxian Ancient Sword."

Having said that, we should not act lightly in the face of past mistakes.

Lu Xueqi turned her head and saw white clouds floating in the distance. She didn't know which mountain she was staring at.

Suddenly he turned around and asked:
"Master, are you afraid?"

Shuiyue was startled, then suddenly burst into laughter:

"Silly girl, your master is already such an old man, and all his wishes have been fulfilled. What else is there to be afraid of? But you..."

She gently stroked Lu's cheek, with a hint of love and heartache in her eyes.

Lu Xueqi saw this and felt a slight soreness in her nose.

It has been twenty years since she joined Xiaozhu Peak.

These more than 8,000 days and nights, bit by bit, occupied almost two-thirds of her life.

Shuiyue and she are nominally master and disciple, but in reality, how are they different from mother and daughter?

"Promise me you won't take any risks."

Lu Xueqi nodded heavily:
"Qier will remember this." Shuiyue smiled.

"Go ahead and be careful along the way."

then,

Tianya transformed into auspicious sky light and rose up, carrying the woman in white towards the south.

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East China Sea, Xiaoyaojian.

The Hehuan Sect is experiencing the greatest disaster in its history.

The demon kings on the right wing of the southern border beast tide passed through this passage and advanced northward.

Perhaps it was the will of the Beast God of Southern Border, the beast tide became more determined to slaughter the cultivators.

The Hehuan Sect became a target that had to be eradicated.

Faced with the overwhelming tide of beasts, Hehuan was simply unable to fight back.

They could only rely on the mountain protection formation passed down from generation to generation to temporarily block the attack and hold on for a while.

Seeing that the thousand-year-old sect was about to be destroyed in one day,
Sect leader Xu Miaowa led the remaining Hehuan troops and retreated to the last point of the sect's formation that had not yet been breached by the beast tide.

"..."

"Oh my god..."

The magic circle shrank into a magic circle of about ten feet, protecting them temporarily.

Outside the Dharma Realm, huge groups of beasts were fighting with each other, tearing apart corpses and licking the flesh.

Those beautiful faces and stunning beauties that were enough to drive countless men crazy in the past.

But at this moment, it was torn into pieces and chewed into minced meat by the group of round-eyed and chisel-toothed monsters.

Perhaps this is the most tragic way to die in the world, right?

The Buddhist scriptures say: View white bones as beauties, and view beauties as white bones.

This is truly a portrayal of reality.

Xu Miaowa analyzed the current situation, the despair in her heart had long since faded away, and now only the calmness after making a decision remained.

It is estimated that in less than an incense stick of time, this last point of the formation will be broken.

By then, the dozen or so people left will be torn into pieces by thousands of monsters and beasts.

Breaking through has become the only way to survive at the moment.

"Bottle."

She called Jin Ping'er to her side.

"Head..."

Jin Ping'er was also covered in wounds at this moment. The Hehuan method was effective against cultivators, but it was far less effective against monsters.

Xu Miaowa handed her a bead that was emitting a white auspicious light:

"This is the Color, Void, Fragrance and Silence bone relic that I have spent my entire life refining. If you refine it, you can suppress the backlash of your Charming Girl. In this way, with your Xuanyin body and the great Charming Girl skill, there are almost no people in this world who can hurt you."

Before Jin Ping'er could be surprised, he pointed to the sparse sky in the northeast corner outside the magic circle:

"Later, I will explode my Dharma body to open a path for you. You can take them and escape."

Jin Ping'er was horrified:
"Master, you can't do that! We can rush out together!"

"Don't be naive."

Xu Miaowa laughed bitterly:
"I am just a filthy body, why should I be afraid of death?"

"Besides, I have been fortunate enough to practice Taoism for so many years. Although I have not entered the true Dharma, I have already seen through the concept of life and death."

Xu Miaowa was originally a well-educated lady from a scholarly family.

Unfortunately, when he was thirteen, his family suffered a disaster and his relatives were displaced.

She was captured by a black sect master who practiced Joy Zen, and was chosen as his "concubine" and forcibly taken advantage of every day.

She endured humiliation and hardship for eight years, and never spent a single day in serving men with her beauty. Fortunately, she was extremely gifted and was able to enter the path of joyful Zen without any teacher.

Later, the master had a fight with his enemy, and she took the opportunity to act as an insider and kill the master.

After that, she felt ashamed and wanted to commit suicide to thank her biological parents.

Unexpectedly, she was met by the previous leader of the Hehuan Sect by chance, who led her into Hehuan.

Although she had been in Hehuan for hundreds of years, she gradually became loyal to Hehuan and even worshipped the Holy Mother of Mingwang.

But deep in my heart, there is a yearning for light that has never been extinguished.

Human nature - the more dirty one is, the more one yearns for purity.

What you can’t get is always the most precious.

Unfortunately, innocence is a very delicate thing, and once lost, it can never be regained.

"You understand my wish..."

At this moment, her only hope fell on Jin Ping'er:

"This world is so difficult. Outsiders look down on us, but we cannot satisfy their wishes."

She held Jin Ping'er's hand tightly and said solemnly:
"I don't have that chance anymore, but you are different. You are pure and innocent. It would be a pity to leave you here."

"Head..."

Jin Ping'er felt a pang of heartache.

"The authority of Hehuan is now handed over to you."

Xu Miaowa handed the seal of the headmaster to her.

"You are gifted, and you have a predestined relationship with that person. You have unique conditions. I believe that you can lead He Huan to a smooth path without having to deceive others or use your beauty to please others!"

At this moment, the Dharma Realm is already crumbling.

Countless ugly demons outside opened their greedy scaly claws and ferocious fangs, eager to eat the last dozen or so delicious bodies of flesh and blood into their stomachs.

"promise me!"

No longer caring about wasting time, Xu Miaowa's body was surrounded by a mixture of golden and white light.

The white bone body was pushed to the limit, and cracks appeared on its surface, and it was obvious that it was about to self-destruct.

Jin Ping'er's eyes were filled with tears and she nodded heavily:

"Ping'er, I've got this!"

(End of this chapter)